Maz had no idea what was going on as he observed people panic at the sight of these...ghost things. No problem though. He watched the bartender, who was naked by the way, how embarrassing for him, grab a bag that fell on the floor and throw it back,asking someone to get rid of it for him. That seemed kind of important, and he liked living, so he took out a scroll of flame he had on hand from a prior quest and read it, incinerating the sack with magical flame and turning anything in it into dust. "Well, that's done!" he said, attempting to slice a wraith with his knife on the way back to the table. It did nothing of course, because they were incorporeal creatures, and he started to regret that he had used his scroll so recklessly. "Damn it all." he managed to say with a minute amount of boredness in his voice. "Also, since I burned the bag, they might...Oh shit."